"Evil soup, by the looks of it," Orsino said. "Or evil cheese. I haven't decided yet. And steak with..." He lifted the top piece of bread, having forgotten exactly what else was on it. "Ah, peppers and onions and I think that's spicy mustard there. And cheddar?"
It was painfully clear that Orsino hadn't really been paying much attention to what he'd ordered. He'd been more focused on the fact that his stomach had felt like it was going to begin eating itself. Still, this smelled really good.
He returned to what Donaghan had said before, feeling that there only so much commentary you could have on what you were eating. "Yeah, before the band and everything I worked at this cafe in Diagon...I think it got closed down recently, actually. But the customers at these places are insane sometimes."